Moonlight In Chains (Trinity and Asher) novel Chapter 134

**The Day He Forgot He Hated Me**

Training had shifted once more, morphing into something more intense and demanding.

The atmosphere felt thick, laden with an unspoken tension that seeped deep into our bones since Eryx’s arrival. Each day, the pack pushed ourselves from the first light of dawn until the shadows of night enveloped us. Our movements were precise, infused with a sense of urgency. We weren’t merely preparing for another skirmish; we were on the brink of safeguarding something monumental—something that had the potential to unravel our very existence if we faltered.

Eryx stood at the periphery of the training ground, his dark cloak billowing gently in the breeze. His gaze was sharp yet tranquil, exuding a strength that didn’t require demonstration. It was palpable in the way he held himself, the silence that trailed in his wake, and the commanding weight of his stare.

“Asher,” he called out, his voice steady and unyielding. “You will lead the circle today. Trinity, your task is to observe the flow of energy among you all. You must connect with it before you can hope to control it.”

I nodded, wiping the sweat from my brow, feeling the heat of the sun on my skin. The four of us—Asher, Gage, Arlo, and I—formed the circle, just as Eryx had instructed.

Arlo’s anxiety was palpable, his brow furrowed as he adjusted to the realization that he possessed a power that had once filled him with dread. “What if it slips away again?” he queried, darting nervous glances between us.

Eryx stepped forward, the ground vibrating subtly beneath his presence. “Then you must reclaim it. You must not allow the power to dictate your actions. It is your command that it must heed, not the other way around.”

With a swift motion, he raised his hand, causing the earth to tremble softly beneath us. The crescent symbol etched into the ground glimmered with a faint silver hue—the mark of the Eclipse. It was both breathtaking and perilous, a reminder of the duality of our strength.

“Now,” Eryx instructed, “breathe deeply. Concentrate on the bond that connects you. Let it intertwine your souls.”

Not merely your thoughts, but your very essences.

Asher’s hand brushed against mine, and I felt his strength coursing through the bond—steady, warm, and reassuring. Gage’s energy flowed in next, controlled and formidable. Arlo’s energy, while shaky and uncertain, found its place within the circle, like a puzzle piece finally fitting into its rightful spot.

In that fleeting moment, everything clicked into place.

The light surrounding us deepened, shifting from silver to a brilliant white. I felt the energy surge through my veins—the Eclipse energy, wild and pulsating with life.

“Hold it,” Eryx commanded, his voice firm. “Do not let fear seep in.”

The air throbbed around us, resonating like a heartbeat. It was almost overwhelming. My hands trembled, and I could feel the ground cracking beneath my boots. Beside me, Arlo gasped, nearly severing the link, but Asher tightened his grip, anchoring us all together.

And then, silence enveloped us. The power settled, still radiant but now tranquil.

Eryx nodded, a flicker of pride illuminating his eyes. “Well done. You are learning at a pace I did not anticipate.”

I could hardly find my voice, my entire being buzzing with residual energy. “That… that felt so alive.”

“It is alive,” he replied simply. “That is precisely why it is so perilous. The Eclipse power is not merely energy; it possesses consciousness. It remembers those who wielded it before you. It recalls their choices, their suffering, their insatiable thirst for control.”

Arlo frowned, his confusion evident. “You mean… it has a mind of its own?”

“In a sense,” Eryx acknowledged. “It is neither good nor evil; it is a force that requires your command. If you hesitate, it will seize control.”

Asher narrowed his eyes, a realization dawning. “So that’s what led to the downfall of the Eclipse Pack?”

Eryx nodded quietly, his expression somber. “They lost their grip on it. They believed they could manipulate the power for their own benefit, and in the end, it consumed them.”

We stood in contemplative silence, the cool night breeze whispering across the field. The moon hung heavily above us—not quite full, but tantalizingly close.

“Rest,” Eryx finally instructed. “Tomorrow, we will push your limits further.”

That night, the energy continued to hum beneath my skin, refusing to subside.

I decided to take a walk, finding Eryx outside near the training grounds once again. This time, he wasn’t engaged in training; he was simply gazing up at the moon, lost in thought.

“She always loved this hour,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Lupa?” I inquired, curiosity piquing.

He nodded, his gaze still fixed on the celestial body. “She claimed it was when the world felt most genuine. No deceptions, no distractions. Just raw truth.”

There was a weight in his voice—not quite regret, but something far more profound.

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